PORNZ.

It's been a while since I've had the pleasure of a one-nighter, writingwise. I do miss it. The adrenaline, the desperate scrabble for a beta at one in the morning, the falling asleep before she actually gets online because you ARE RETARDED...

Yeah. That.
Anyway.

fallencadence created crowxcrane, and that was the straw that broke the writer's block.

And so we have a 'Crow/Crane. But 'most anyone who can put me and two together knew this was bound to happen.

Title: Deal with the Devil
Fandom: Batman (Batman Begins)
Pairing: Scarecrow/Crane
Cameo by: Nightmare (*heart*)
Rating: Mature (language, sex, violence, dark shit)
Song: Mephistopheles (rightclick-savetargetas) by Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Part of the Beethoven's Last Night album.
Disclaimer: DC, WB, Bob Kane, TSO. I own none of this; I make no profit; it only serves to drive me bonkers late into the night.
**Unbetaed, because mine just left for a week of martial arts camp (shrieking_ell IS A GINORMOUS GEEK! …who is going to kick my ass when she gets back and sees this). Please make any punctuation, spelling, or grammar errors abundantly clear, and I will a) fix them and b) apologize profusely. My thanks in advance.

( First Batfic at my fic journal! )

And now I nap and then take Pidge to Red Eye, both carefully determined and scheduled to ward off the post-post wibbles. But I'll probably be up watching for comments anyway, instead of napping. *is git*

(x-posted to batslash and crowxcrane)

NEWSFLASH

Meletor is a bona-fide retard.

Was all set to scamper off to the 7:30 Red Eye with Pidge. Was happy. Got sodas from car. Brought gum. Brought nerd!pad and nerd!pen. Brought purse.

...Brought wallet? With money?
NO.

"Pidge. Hold these."
And I run out to the car. Left my wallet in there? Nope. AM RETARDED. Run back into theater.
"So, kid. How's 8:30 looking for you?"

OMG-WTF-BBQ-ABCDEFG I SUCK SO HARD IT'S NOT EVEN...
ok so if it weren't in fact funny I wouldn't have posted it. I'm not that bad an lj-whore.


Trying this again. WALLET, CHECK.
WE ARE GO.
It is officially time to have my pants melted, YAY CILLIAN.





(and this will forever be known as "the post she wrote while SO ON CRACK." or, indelible proof that I do in fact have ADHD)

Of spam and of movies and big blue eyes and misspelt icons.

I truly believe that this evening I witnessed the Death of Cinematography. It was painful.

Now. I could write from any of three spots in Straw Men, or try for the Vengeful Doom Sequel to Deal with the Devil (be careful what you wish for, h0rz). Or the Terry/Bruce (Pygmalion), or the ridiculous supercrack Wayne/Crane. Or even organize the Six Flags photos from Angelo's and from Superman: Ultimate Flight. Any of those would be productive, to differing degrees.

Or, I could sit here and eat a Yoplait raspberry chocolate mousse yoghurt and whine about Red Eye.

I think... I shall do that.
(Hell, I'll have time to write later; I'm off work tomorrow. Fic all-nighter, yayz!)


.::steeples fingers::. So. Red Eye. ( omg so cut for length. )

In conclusion, it was worth the $8.75 (actually, $17.50... and popcorn... $22.75?? That kid OWES me). Don't think it would be worth it again, but I'll get a hold of the DVD when it comes out. Provided I'm not hardcore broke, college-style.

Also, I want need the soundtrack. Nngh.




Right. I've done what I sat here for. Now, to use this night-with-no-impending-wakeup. Write?
.::checks Trill lists::. There's no-one online for me to ficbitch at. *slump* Well, I'll try anyway .::pops up MS Word::. (I won't go to bed, I won't I won't!)